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i love your taste. the flavor of your lust and satisfaction fuels my hunger. Every time you climax onto my face, moan my name and curse my tongue my passion and desire intensifies even more. like a wolf on the hunt during a long cold winter. I yearn for you, i fiend for you, i Crave you in such a way that becomes instinctual in my most primordial impulses. you are my addiction and my therapy.
Wake me up with your tongue on my clit and your hand pressed down against my stomach so I can’t move
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In our first life, we where young and naïve to the world and ourselves. We had to learn as we grew and as such, so did our love, young and madly in love such fools to blindly fall from sanity headlong into fantasy, eyes wide shut, The fire of passion burning with the intensity of the core of the earth. Deep and hot. Days pass like seconds as we entangle deeper into the arms of one another marked by flashes of lightning surge as our lips touch. to me this is paradise and to you heaven. sunrise to sunset counted in the eyes of true love until those eyes saw nothing but light and tranquility. we promise to never let go, a promise we would truly never betray.
In our next life we were wanderers who searched the world in hopes of finding the love we never knew at home. Always looking yet never connecting. We were lost souls, hurt and abused by the ones sworn to love and protect us. Veterans of betrayal and heartbreak; loneliness and grief where our familiar and mutual friends that brought us together in the end. As if the cause had been the cure what isolated us from the world, caused a collision of fate that saved us. 
In the life after i only saw you in my dreams. and after a senseless war that claimed the lives of many i wouldn't see you until my last breathe left my chest as your attempted resuscitate. i was convinced i was truly in heaven despite the pain, because you were there and you were my angel. My guiding star, as if all the ugliness and brutality of war was only to briefly bask in your beautiful glory if not only for a moment. so with a warmth in my soul and a smile on my face i closed my eyes and drift off into the deep.
Much time has passed and we’ve crossed paths many more times. some lives cut short while others were much longer but each one as intense and memorable as the first. his time something changed however, instead of it just being us two together, we made another. a perfect blend of me and you together, a new vessel o love to carry even more love and then it happened again and then again. Each a new and wonderous addition to the perfect union of love and devotion incarnate blessed by lifetime upon lifetime of bliss and magic solidified and and made real and tangible, 
i wonder what our next life will bring us?
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Rabindranath Tagore, from Selected Poems; “Unending Love” tr. by William Radice
﹙ Text ID: I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times / In life after life, in age after age forever.﹚
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we’re only relevant when we are at our worst. 
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‘Black Lives Matter = Defund the Police”
Mural in Washington DC
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Decided to draw Teacup as a Symbiote! And I fell in lOVE with this idea. She’s just to perfect as one! All she needs now is a host! :,o
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Incubus & Succubus Lovers
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An Incubus and a Succubus try to help a man who is the target of many strange monster attacks. They soon learn they like him more than expected.
Polyamorous. Male Monster x Female Monster x Male Reader
  The service had been recommended to me by my therapist. Which in itself seems like such a strange thing to say. Ever since the accident, or well, last accident, I’ve been receding in my shell. So much that the only things I seem to do are hide in my apartment and talk to my therapist.    
   Going outside, I feel like I have a huge target painted on me, much like port wine birthmark on my face. Ever since I was a kid, I seem to keep getting into their accidents involving monsters. The last one involved a vampire and some sort of underground dungeon. I’ve blocked most of it out. Much like the time I was held in a drider’s web for a few days. At least the Unseelie haven’t been a problem as of late.
   Anyways, off topic. My therapist got me an appointment with what is called ‘comfort companion relaxation therapy.’ It’s a place where succubi or incubi use their special gifts to take stress and anxiety from the client. That’s the nice way of putting it, the bad way is just saying it’s an escort service. You don’t dare say that though, the succubi and incubi pride themselves on being nothing but professional.
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I like drawing creepy Mimi.
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Jasper has a new shirt!
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I posted these publicly on IG for the big art collab #zeiyaroundabout3 !!! I thought since they’re getting to peep, so do you!
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A succubus babe for warm up because of course!! 😭👏💕💖💕💖💕
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i love this
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i put together a sort of mock ref after changing up janice’s design (Again) and im rlly happy with it now ✨
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Succu-bi/Incu-bi Buttons from KuroesCreations
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This would perfect set up for a tree-house in the jungle. imagine a waterfall nestled into a mountain cliffside resting just next to it...
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Mother’s House, Co Dong Commune, Sơn Tây district, Vietnam,
1+1>2 Architects 
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#MOOD
i wonder if it has pictures?
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Anime_irl
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Look, kid, everyone wants to believe they’re “chosen”. But if we all waited around for a prophecy to make us special, we’d die waiting. And that’s why you need to choose yourself.
Eda Clawthorne (via anirbasstuff)
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